Chapter 16 - Alien

Elduran glanced between Jabari and Tia, sensing an unspoken connection that eluded him. Just moments prior, Faelan had exited, yet a silence lingered between the two, unbroken and heavy. Eventually, Jabari departed as well, offering only a nod to Elduran, who remained fixated on Tia, his curiosity piquing at the sight of tears cascading down her cheeks. Rising from his seat, Elduran moved past her toward the stove and, without turning, asked, "Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

"Do you have vodka?" Tia inquired.

Elduran set down the pot he had been filling with water and reached for two small glasses. "Come with me," he said gently, placing a hand on her arm to assist her in standing. She complied without protest. "For vodka, we’ll head to my room. I've recently taken to dabbling in alcohol—something I avoided for years—but you'll have to make do with whiskey," he mentioned.

As they climbed the stairs, Tia broke the silence. "I heard you live in a closet," she said, her voice laced with curiosity.

Elduran smirked, "Not anymore. It's got a bed in it now, so essentially, it's a bedroom."

"If you say so," Tia replied skeptically.

Upon opening the door, Tia gasped. The twin bed dominated the space, leaving just enough room to sidle past it. There were no windows; a solitary floor lamp provided the only illumination. Elduran gestured for her to sit near the foot of the bed, the only available seating. He sat at the head of the bed, crossed his legs, and reached beneath it to retrieve a whiskey bottle.

"Not going to lie, I’m still getting used to the taste of alcohol," Elduran admitted, taking a sip and grimacing. "Still trying to figure out why people even drink it."

"I can’t speak to the taste, but I know why they drink it," Tia replied, accepting a glass filled with whiskey, a measure he poured for himself as well.

"You can drink as much as you want," Elduran encouraged, taking another sip.

"Thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something to help Faelan?" Tia inquired, downing her glass in one go.

"What exactly can I do? I’m more of a 'point me in a direction and I’ll get you there' kind of guy," Elduran responded as Tia poured herself another serving.

"I thought you were more of the 'point me at something to shoot' type," Tia teased.

"I wish I were. It would make things far simpler, but honestly, I was better at keeping my unit alive than just shooting aimlessly," Elduran explained.

"Other than your start as a commander," Tia added.

"You did research me, didn’t you? If I had your skills, I’d have researched myself too," Elduran laughed, releasing his Heracross and Cyndaquil into the corridor. He turned to them, "Guys, can you please make me some coffee? Don’t use the stove. Blue, just warm up the pot on Forge's back; I'm not quite ready to trust you with the stove yet, although you're getting there." The two Pokémon beamed with delight at his words. A swirl of color interrupted as he released Vivillon, who danced through the air, narrowly avoiding collision with them, before spitting string onto the wall near the ceiling and settling there, her back pressed against it. "This is Tia, Viv, our genius hacker," he introduced.

"Viiiii," Vivillon chimed, surveying Tia with curiosity.

"She’s beautiful! I’ve never seen a Vivillon with colors like that in Tenera," Tia exclaimed, delight lighting her features.

"You see that? She blinked at you. I think Viv possesses a feline spirit; she does that when she likes someone, just like cats," Elduran observed.

Tia seemed to brighten, her tears subsiding as she smiled at Vivillon.

"Can I release mine too?" she asked.

"You don’t need to ask, Tia. Just go for it," Elduran encouraged.

Tia complied, letting out Kecleon and Misdreavus from their Pokéballs. The moment Kecleon spotted Elduran, it vanished, melding with the color of his bed sheets, its distinctive stripe the only hint of its presence. In contrast, Misdreavus was more sociable, circling Elduran playfully and tugging at his hair. Elduran turned to her, "I freaking hate ghost Pokémon, so if you don’t want to end up as ghost dust, you better keep your distance. Assuming we understand each other, I’m glad to meet you, but maintain that distance," he added, prompting a mischievous laugh from Misdreavus as she darted to Tia, twirling in the air around her before fluttering to greet Vivillon.

"Wow, you really hate ghost Pokémon?" Tia asked, intrigued.

"Yes, but I used to hate many more things before I became a trainer. Who knows; those feelings might fade too," Elduran replied.

"She’s called Giggla, and the nearly invisible Pokémon no one can see is Camo," Tia said, a playful smile crossing her lips as she sipped her whiskey.

"You look much better now. May I ask you a couple of questions? Just small talk; you don’t have to answer," Elduran said.

"Fire away. I’m sure it involves Aisha," Tia replied, handing him the opening.

"Aisha? No, it doesn’t. That’s between you and her. I can relate; I didn’t like her at first—but for very different reasons than yours," Elduran remarked.

"And what were your reasons?" Tia inquired.

"It wasn’t dislike, per se. The moment I met her, I knew I’d need her help, and I thought she was too young to chase after the watchers, making me feel like I’d have to babysit her all day," he explained.

"That’s a form of dislike," Tia countered.

"True, but I’m not worried. I know you two will get along eventually, which is why that’s not my main question," Elduran said.

"Hold on. What makes you think we’ll get along?" Tia pressed, intrigued.

"Tia, I’ve stayed away from Pokémon my entire life. A single Vivillon changed my perspective. I learned that it’s not about what they are, but who they are that counts," Elduran said, glancing affectionately at Vivillon.

"And you think that who Aisha is will override all my disdain for her profession?" Tia challenged.

"Absolutely. Now, if you’re willing to share, tell me the story between you and Jabari," Elduran prompted.

"Me and Jabari? Is it that obvious?" Tia responded.

"He means a lot to you, that much is clear," Elduran noted.

"I was cautioned about all of you, told you were an unusual group. And yet, oddly, you—labeled as if you were of a separate species from another planet—seem to be the most human of them all," Tia confessed, scrutinizing him.

"Anaya called me an alien, did she? She’s likely the one who mirrors my character the most among us all. Our own little hypocrite," Elduran remarked with a smirk.

"That she is. Jabari and I have history, around eight years, give or take. I was hired by...certain goons to steal data on potion-making, so I traveled from Krion Village to Vrachos City and infiltrated the building where Jabari worked. I nearly succeeded, but back then, I didn't have Pogo, which made me slower and far less experienced. Jabari, which was pulling an all-nighter shift, caught me in the act as I connected my laptop to one of their computers. I froze, unable to speak or move. I thought of using Misdreavus against him, but he was just an innocent employee. I couldn’t bring myself to harm him. So, I confessed the truth, bracing myself for him to call the police and end it," Tia recounted.

"And he didn’t, I presume?" Elduran continued.

"He committed an act far worse. After I mentioned my roots in Krion Village, he escorted me to the train station, traveled alongside me, and accompanied me to my doorstep. By then, dawn had broken, and he knocked on the exuberant Okoye Residence. My dear parents answered the door, and Jabari, believing he was doing the right thing, recounted the events, hoping for their compassion and understanding to help resolve my troubles. However, throughout my life, I faced punishment merely for existing. My mother erupted in fury, and my father quickly joined her, striking me right in front of Jabari. I remained unresponsive. This was routine. I endured it silently. Anaya stayed secluded in her room, too frightened to intervene. They always treated her far better than me, for reasons beyond our understanding. It perplexed us both why I was considered lesser. But then, something in Jabari broke. He threatened to notify the authorities and urged me to gather a few clothes and essentials. I bid farewell to my sister with an embrace; she was relieved at my departure—she despised how they treated me. We returned to Vrachos City, where he offered me a refuge," Tia concluded, her voice heavy with the burden of her memories.

"Damn, that man has a massive heart. I see why you listen to him when he’s flustered—it takes a lot to get him worked up. So, when he did today, you knew you were probably in the wrong," Elduran said.

"Pretty much. There’s no one I respect more than Jabari," Tia affirmed.

"So, no romantic feelings then?" Elduran ventured.

"No, none of that. I see him as an older brother, the brother I desperately needed to shield me from our monstrous parents," Tia clarified.

"He’s mentioned in the past your issues with your parents, but he lied when he said he didn’t know much about it," Elduran noted.

"He didn’t lie; he never inquired again. I think he avoids it, with Anaya as well," Tia replied.

"I gather that misadventure of yours in Vrachos is how Anaya and Jabari met," Elduran mused.

"Yes, my sister kept visiting. In doing so, she grew closer to Jabari. They fell for each other—my sister has struggled with anger management, and Jabari worked wonders for her. But it was apparent from the beginning that Anaya had captivated him. Our parents did a number on us," Tia recounted.

"Considering how your life began, Tia, you’ve turned out alright," Elduran remarked with a smirk, rising just as Heracross returned with a steaming cup of coffee, followed closely by Cyndaquil. "Oh, thank you, guys! I’ve been craving this cup," he said, gratitude radiating from him. Heracross delivered a triumphant fist-pump, and Cyndaquil released a jubilant flame from its back, turning to Tia. "I’ll go fetch your luggage and bring it up—your room's the last one on the right. Let’s get you settled in," Elduran said.

When Elduran returned upstairs, he found Tia repositioning his bed, pulling it halfway out of the room, with Heracross lending a helping hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks once again. He placed her luggage down and approached slowly. "What are you doing?" he asked, concern etching his features.

"You’re not staying in this cramped closet," Tia asserted.

"I told you; it’s a bedroom. If you’re taking my bed away, you are responsible for turning it into a closet again. What’s going on, Tia? Why are you crying?" Elduran asked, confusion amplifying.

"You’re staying with me. I won’t have you sleep in these conditions," she insisted.

"Isn’t this moving a bit fast?" Elduran smiled, sensing the weight of her emotions.

"Two people of different sexes can share a room; those beliefs are outdated," Tia reasoned.

"I’m not disputing you, just being courteous. If you don’t want privacy, then let’s move the bed," Elduran replied, pushing the bed toward her room and setting it against the opposite wall. "You know your sister will kill me," he warned.

"I don’t care. You’ve treated me better than anyone else so far. Thank you," Tia said, sincerity shining through her tear-streaked smile.

"Why are you crying, Tia?" Elduran pressed gently.

"Because you remind me of Jabari. Instead of the older brother vibe he gives off, you radiate a best friend vibe. Both of you seem to genuinely care about me, despite barely knowing me. I don’t quite understand either of you," Tia admitted, her eyes glistening with grateful tears.

"I’m nothing like Jabari. I’m not even half the man he is. But come here," Elduran said, opening his arms. Tia stepped forward, and he enveloped her in a warm embrace, his presence aiming to soothe her turmoil.

At that moment, the door swung open. Faelan’s voice echoed through the house, calling out to see if anyone was home. It was time to discover how his mission had gone.

***

Cyndaquil was setting a few logs ablaze in the fireplace as Heracross placed the last chairs around the large folding plastic table, which comfortably could sit eight. At the table's center lay a small white cake with yellow trim, adorned with two candles: a number two and a number one. In vibrant yellow icing, the words 'Happy Birthday Aisha!' were elegantly scripted above the candles.

The construction crew had the day off, granting the team time to tidy up. Even though the construction was mostly focused on the kitchen wall at this time, while the team placed the table on the opposite side near the corner. Night had already fallen, but they had purchased a few floor lamps for the occasion, not that they wouldn't require them later on. Faelan had taken Aisha on a supposed hike to the northern outskirts of town to help her unwind after the morning's quarrel between her and Tia. He assured them they would have at least four hours to prepare the surprise.

Grafaiai and Smeargle found themselves in the whimsical realm of Paradise. Together, they adorned the unfinished walls with spontaneous splashes of creativity. These surfaces, yet to be smoothed for artist's work, became their canvas for a few glorious days of unfettered expression. Meanwhile, Vivillon played with Cubone and Meltan, forming a playful trio. Cubone, positioned amidst the two, watched his bone tossed back and forth in a merry game of keep-away. Meltan, with its peculiar form and diminutive limbs, amusingly managed to seize and hurl the oversized bone using unseen moves. Vivillon, in contrast, demonstrated adept mastery over her Gust attack, deftly guiding the bone with precision back toward Meltan with every throw. It was remarkable how trusting Cubone was with them. By nature, Cubone are not Pokémon that easily extend their trust. Yet, allowing them to use his bone as a toy illustrated his happiness. Naturally, this was easy to comprehend; these individuals had provided refuge for the three people dearest to him. Tress, Jake, and Taylor had moved from a state of homelessness to having a roof over their heads. It was inevitable to extend trust, yet it was evidently Aisha's idea to welcome them in.

Tia realized her mistake with a heavy heart. Jabari's words carried significant weight. Her resentment toward the government would not dissipate, yet she repeatedly found herself ensnared by the same pitfalls. It wasn't fair to assume that all who served the government were inherently bad, especially those who genuinely believed in their mission to do good. The wrongdoers were those aware of their harmful actions. Aisha was young and likely convinced of her righteousness, believing the government's actions were justified in maintaining peace. Tia understood she had no reason to direct her anger at someone simply misguided, compelling her to seek forgiveness from Aisha.

She released Misdreavus and Kecleon to join the other Pokémon. Porygon remained upstairs, permanently connected to the computer. Nothing made it happier than having a mission. If Tia instructed it to monitor the computer for ten years, it would do so with pleasure. Possessing AI, Porygons could begin developing minds akin to Pokémon or even smarter, but a distinct difference remained: the absence of physical needs. Living beings cherished eating, drinking, stretching, breathing fresh air, mating—concepts a Porygon would never grasp. Her Porygon was on the verge of succeeding in fully transforming into digital data, able to enter the web and return to its physical form at will, making hacking even easier than it currently was. She wouldn't even need to touch the keyboard.

Misdreavus, ever reserved around other Pokémon, felt uneasy even in the presence of Kecleon, despite their companionship spanning over a decade. Kecleon was Tia's first partner, but as Tia began delving into the shadows of cyberspace for confidential information, she realized the need for a Pokémon adept at trespassing. Misdreavus could infiltrate homes seamlessly, remain nearly invisible as she phased through walls or nestled within them. Time and again, she aided Tia by observing passwords or codes being input when individuals believed they were unobserved. Remarkably, Misdreavus was never apprehended; only Tia faced capture, and thrice at that.

As was his habit, Kecleon slipped into camouflage mode the moment he exited the pokéball. Once he had surveyed his surroundings and assured himself there was no danger, he revealed himself fully. He meandered over to where Heracross was brewing coffee for Elduran. Just how many cups of coffee did Elduran consume in a day, she wondered. Elduran was deep in conversation with Jabari and Anaya, likely discussing matters related to her. Eventually, Jabari and Anaya approached her, with Misdreavus following suit, fussing with her hair, a habit she’d grown accustomed to, allowing it to continue unbothered.

“We need to talk,” Anaya said as she drew near.

“Look, I’m not sure what Elduran told you about me, but if he defended me, he’s mistaken. I was too harsh, and I’ll apologize to her,” Tia replied.

“He didn’t actually mention you at all. We were discussing our options, given that Faelan is likely an undercover operative working for the Watchers,” Jabari interjected.

“Well, I did ask him why he moved his bed,” Anaya began, continuing with irritation. “The audacity of that man! I can’t believe he just up and forced himself into the same room with you, claiming he wanted you to learn how it really is to be around assholes. What did he say, Jabari? Oh right, that living with him would teach you to tolerate anyone else in the world. What nonsense. We know exactly what he’s after,” Anaya explained.

“He actually said that?” Tia asked.

“Yes, can you believe it?” Anaya confirmed.

“Well, he lied. I was halfway through moving his bed out of that so-called bedroom of his when he came up with my luggage. He didn’t want to leave that closet,” Tia stated.

“I had a feeling that's what happened,” Jabari expressed.

“You did? Why didn’t you say anything?” Anaya questioned.

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“Because you wouldn’t have believed me, and he’d never admit it. He seems to have a way of helping people without wanting any credit,” Jabari explained.

“What an idiot. Why on earth would you want to sleep in the same room as him?” Anaya inquired.

“Because, out of everyone here, including you, he’s the only one who’s treated me like a friend, despite just meeting me. That doesn’t include you, Jabari, because honestly, I was wrong, and you were right to call me out. But you, sis, you need to stop treating me like a child. I make my own choices and face the consequences, and you’ll have to accept that,” Tia declared.

“Listen here...” Anaya began, but Jabari interrupted.

“You need to stop now. She has a point, and you're not much different. Your insistence on scouting a potential Watchers base what most likely is a trap with Aisha proves that,” Jabari said.

Anaya, shaken but resolute, replied, “You’re right. I’m not acting differently. But I’m still going, so Tia, it’s my turn to apologize. Jabari, that’s two people you've confronted today with the last name Okoye.”

“Well, not for long, if you consent to take my last name,” Jabari proposed.

“Of course I will. Anaya Reid does sound nice. My sister discarded her first name, so I’ll at least discard my last,” Anaya said with a smile.

“I almost changed my last name too, but decided to keep it for now. It gives me motivation to find someone someday to relinquish it to," Tia added.

“Wow, sis, that’s well thought out. Listen, no matter what Elduran said about Aisha, apologize only if you truly mean it—don’t do it just because he spoke highly of her,” Anaya advised.

“He didn’t actually do that either, did he” Jabari noted.

Tia chuckled, “No, he didn’t. He told me he didn’t want to talk about Aisha at all. Actually, he mentioned he didn’t like his first encounter with her either,” she shared.

“That man is a mystery,” Anaya concluded.

Tia couldn't shake the feeling that Elduran was casting sidelong glances at them, all the while smiling. Meanwhile, he was instructing the eldest of the three children, Taylor, on the proper stance and technique for holding and firing an arrow from his bow. Taylor was eager to try it himself, persistently asking for a turn, but Elduran warned him he might get hurt. Yet it seemed Elduran was less concerned about that and more worried about Taylor damaging his bow by dry firing—whatever that meant, Tia mused.

Tess and Jake were each at different windows, keeping watch for Aisha and Faelan's arrival, vigilantly covering both directions. Tess moved toward the door just as a knock sounded. Wasn't she supposed to alert them before anyone entered? Tia pondered. When the door swung open, a young boy appeared, clutching six large pizza boxes. Elduran ordered Heracross to take the boxes and set them on the table. After expressing his thanks, the kid departed.

"Weren't you supposed to wait until they showed up to order, in case they arrived together you dumbass?" Anaya questioned Elduran.

"I was meant to, but I'm starving and they're taking ages. A little longer, and I'd have started on that birthday cake. Alright, everyone, let's dig in," Elduran declared, moving toward the pizza just as a shriek erupted from Tess.

"They're here! They're here! Turn off the lights!" she exclaimed.

"I couldn't even snag a slice, damn it," Elduran grumbled.

"Turn off the lights!" Jake shouted.

Once Vivillon had swiftly extinguished the lights with its graceful flight, they all congregated around the table. The soft glow from the tranquil flames in the hearth was the room’s sole illumination. A few second later, the door opened. Aisha walked first inside then Faelan.

"Did they really leave the fireplace burning unattended?" Aisha asked.

"I'm fairly certain there was a reason," Faelan replied.

Suddenly, the group switched on the lights and all shouted in unison, "Happy birthday!" Their voices were harmonized by the Pokémon, who joined the chorus with their unique cries and sounds. With the faintest flicker of ember, Cyndaquil illuminated the candles atop the cake after Heracross gently lifted him onto the table. Aisha, quite literally, was taken aback. After her initial shock, laughter burst forth, and she went around embracing each person, one by one. Meanwhile, Tia chose to remain in the far corner, feigning interest in the absolute nothingness beyond the window. She felt awkward, yet it was her own doing.

When Aisha had finished kissing Faelan, she asked, "Who on earth remembered it was my birthday today?"

"Honestly, it was Elduran," Faelan replied. "He recalled it was around this time. Wasn't too hard to check your ID while you were asleep."

"Wow, thanks a ton, guys," Aisha said, moving towards Elduran. "I really appreciate this—I kind of like surprises, well, the pleasant ones, anyway," she added with a laugh.

"Okay, enough with the thanks, can we finally eat?" Elduran interjected.

"Keep your hunger in check; she has candles to blow out," Jabari remarked.

"We can't let him starve," Aisha remarked as she approached the cake. "Truly, everyone, I am truly grateful for all of you doing this," she added, tears welling up as she gently extinguished the candles.

With a gentle flourish, she called forth all four of her Pokémon to join the gathering. Hatenna dashed eagerly toward Vivillon once more. Meanwhile, Maril and Togetic made a beeline for the pizza as Elduran revealed the contents of the boxes. Clefairy wandered over to Tia, settling beside her, intent on discerning what captivated her gaze beyond the window.

Aisha surprised Tia, appearing silently beside her, seated on the floor with her back against the wall, gazing up.

"Do you mind?" Aisha asked, gesturing to the space next to her, inviting Tia to sit as Clefairy leapt onto Aisha's lap.

"Alright, why not," Tia replied, settling beside Aisha.

"Look, Tia, I..." Aisha began but was cut off by Tia.

"No, don't, please. It's my fault, Aisha. I acted like a teenager. We can disagree on how much power governments should wield and how much must be kept hidden from their citizens, but my anger should be directed only at those in charge. People like you genuinely believe you're doing good in the world, and I shouldn't be upset about that," Tia said.

"I accept your apology. Honestly, I've been a bit insistent with my questions, but that's just how I am—you'll get used to it. I'm incredibly curious about how things function, and truth be told, even if you explained half of your process, it would likely go over my head. While I may not be as hopeless as Elduran when it comes to computers and the internet, next to you, I'm sure I'm not much better than an insect. I have faith in Anaya and Jabari, and they trust you—that should have been sufficient. So, I apologize as well," Aisha admitted.

"Nah, you don't need to apologize at all. I never thought you were doubting me, honestly. I understood it was just curiosity. So really, I can’t accept your apology because there's no reason for one," Tia said, laughing even as tears welled up in her eyes.

Aisha extended her hand to Tia, who hesitated for a moment before accepting it. Aisha grasped it firmly and declared, "Here’s to a fresh start. It's high time there's another intellectual here. Jabari favors the wisdom side," she chuckled. "I'm genuinely glad you're here, Tia." Just then, Hatenna appeared, her Psychic Power levitating three slices of pizza around her. One slice hovered near her mouth for her to enjoy, while she offered the other two slices to Aisha and Tia.

"Thank you, Hatenna," Tia said as she accepted her slice.

"Thank you, sweetie. By the way, her name is Candy," Aisha added, taking her piece.

Hatenna's face twisted in discomfort, as though she was enduring some internal struggle while she gazed at Tia and Aisha. Her expression was one of sadness and pain.

"What's wrong with her?" Tia asked.

"It's our emotions. She can't stand strong emotions. I suspect we're radiating a lot of them right now," Aisha explained, turning back to Hatenna. "Candy, I suggest you return to Faelan. Let him hug you—he’s like nirvana for you," she said with a smile. Hatenna promptly dashed toward Faelan, still munching on her floating pizza slice. Seeing that Clefairy had dozed off on her lap, Aisha gently placed her on the ground. "Luna, if you don't go grab a slice or two, I suspect you won't get any pizza tonight," she remarked.

Clefairy paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, and upon spotting the pizza, a sudden realization struck her. In an instant, she dashed toward it.

"Luna is a bit aloof, isn't she?" Tia remarked.

"Oh, you don't need to sugarcoat it; she's a little slow. But she responds to commands more swiftly than any of my other Pokémon. As long as you're there and don't leave her to handle a battle alone, she is second only to Candy in strength. Regardless, I really adore her; I love her personality, it almost reminds me of Faelan," Aisha chuckled, her laughter harmonizing with Tia's as she joined in.

"Okay, enough wallowing in self-pity, let's go join the others," Tia said as she stood up, extending a hand to Aisha to help her rise. Aisha gratefully accepted, and together they returned to the group to enjoy more pizza and finally savor the cake, which was, unsurprisingly, already half eaten.

All of a sudden, the front door swung open and closed on its own, and Mew made their appearance.

"Here you go, buddy," Jabari offered, handing a slice to Mew, who accepted it with evident delight. "Unless what you found today is extremely urgent, save it for the morning. Just relax, enjoy some pizza and cake, and have a good time," he advised, moving around the room to cover the windows with makeshift cardboard now that Mew was here, she probably figured.

"After seeing Meltan and not thinking much of it, I can't say I feel the same looking at Mew. It's like I can sense their power," Tia remarked, gazing at Mew with wonder.

"When Mew is happy or sad, the rest of us feel their power—it's an unfortunate side effect, but you get used to it. Just give it time. A word of advice: treat them as friends, not like some superior. Thank Elduran for that," Aisha said with a smile.

"What is that supposed to mean? Do I really want to know?" Tia asked.

"Honestly, maybe not. You might be tempted to emulate him, and things may not play out the same way. Elduran has a knack for pulling off the most idiotic stunts," Aisha replied.

"He lectured them?" Tia questioned, intrigued.

"Oh, you wish that was the extent of it. He actually mocked them, daring them to end him if they believed he would bow to them," Aisha elaborated.

"Holy hell," Tia exclaimed, startled by Mew suddenly hovering before her, gazing intently. She panicked, dropping her slice of pizza. Mew nudged into her mind, not demanding access but gently asking. She hesitated, fearing they'd judge her if she withheld, as if hiding something. Just as Mew began to release their mental hold, Tia changed her mind, opening up completely. Emotions flooded in—Mew was absorbing her feelings, hopes, and fears. They then infused her with a flood of positive and hopeful emotions, altering her perspective on the future, the Watchers, her trust issues, her job as a private investigator, and Zendaya. Her outlook on all these matters became overwhelmingly optimistic. She watched them, trying to reciprocate, conveying her gratitude through her thoughts and emotions. Judging by the happiness she sensed from them, she had succeeded, or perhaps they simply understood her intentions. Either way, the result was the same, and she felt ready to face the world anew.

Hours later, Tia was the last to ascend the stairs to bed. It was well past midnight, and she had a penchant for late nights, often immersing herself in conspiracies or indulging in video games when not engrossed in a project. But tonight, she lingered in thought, relishing the rare tranquility of this evening, a rarity in her tumultuous life. She cherished it, fully aware of its fleeting nature. Unlike what the others thought of her, she understood the gravity of what lay ahead; facing such a challenge was a path fraught with scars and blood. She was determined to savor these fleeting moments of joy, and today she had done just that. Entering her room, she found Elduran, the first to retire, softly snoring—a near silence compared to the cacophony of her previous cellmates, who rivaled the loudest of men. Vivillon remained awake, vigilant, while Cyndaquil and Heracross slumbered. She suspected the three rotated watch duties through the night, ensuring that never all four were asleep, even with Mew nearby. Tia gently stroked Vivillon, who welcomed the gesture. She made her way to her bed, placed her glasses on the makeshift bedside table—a portable folding table—and snuggled beneath the covers. With her head nestled on the pillow, she drifted into slumber in less than a minute.

***

Basking in the glow of a radiant sun two days hence, Elduran strode confidently onto his platform to confront the gym leader. Moments later, Stephanie Crock joined him, stepping onto her own platform opposite Elduran, as the arena beneath them illuminated magnificently in its full splendor.

The stands were noticeably fuller today, nearly reaching half capacity. Aisha understood why; the spectators could enjoy a clear view of the battle without heavily relying on the overhead screens. Only Tia came to watch the match, as Jabari felt he was on the brink of a breakthrough and opted to spend his day immersed in the library. Anaya, less interested in Pokémon battles, saw no reason to attend since Jabari wasn't coming. Meanwhile, Faelan had been summoned by the mayor; he wouldn’t pass up the chance to meet Steven Collins. Faelan had inadvertently become their strongest connection to unlocking any secrets about the Watchers. She eagerly anticipated learning the purpose of the meeting.

The announcer started saying the usual before any battle. Introduction, rules just like he did with her battle. Tia turned her head and looked at her, staring at her eyes.

"What's up?" Aisha inquired.

"I'm absolutely certain that where you're headed tomorrow is a trap. Elduran's intuition seems spot on about this," Tia remarked.

"So, are you saying I shouldn't go?" Aisha asked.

"No, unlike the others, I'm really proud of both you and my sister for wanting to proceed. You're both incredibly brave. It's the right thing to do, trap or not. Elduran's plan to take the longer route by foot might give you an advantage," Tia replied.

"You still think they're aware they're being observed?" Aisha questioned.

"Yes, they must be. There's no way they'd speak so little when together in a room. I even hacked into their phones, especially Dan's, after he returned yesterday. Everything's clean—no messages and, most concerning, no record of any past messages. It's illogical. They're not merely being cautious; they're behaving as if they know they're under surveillance," Tia said.

"Which is why you actually want Anaya and me to go—to figure out how they know," Aisha concluded.

"Exactly. They're hardly using their laptops, which means I can scarcely monitor them through the webcam. I suspect they're communicating in writing," Tia responded.

"But wouldn't Mew notice that?" Aisha pondered.

"That's what bothers me most—how have they not noticed anything? I know they're focusing more on Keesh, but I believe they should shift their attention back to Dan. Perhaps Keesh is merely pretending to be the weak link, diverting Mew's focus from Dan," Tia speculated.

"Thank you, Tia, for being the only one who truly stands by this mission. I promise, I will give it my all to uncover some answers," Aisha declared, her gaze fixed ahead. Stephanie had just released Shiftry into the arena, and Elduran followed suit with Vivillon. "The match is about to begin," she said.

"Do you think he has a shot? He kept repeating last night that this would either be a quick defeat or a swift victory, grinning like a jester the whole time. I think I'm more nervous than he is right now," Tia remarked.

"Tia, that man isn't anxious in the slightest at the moment. I wonder if he even knows what anxiety means. He stands a chance, but his success hinges on catching Stephanie off guard with an unconventional strategy that borders on reckless. Given his potential to pull that off, I believe he has a solid shot at winning today," Aisha replied.

Tia observed that Elduran wore the broadest grin she had ever seen on him. "Is it normal for him to smile that much? It's kind of creepy," Tia remarked.

"I suspect that for Elduran, what he's doing now is akin to a dream he once had, a dream that was never realized and buried beneath numerous barriers," Aisha replied.

Elduran called out, "Viv, use Bug Buzz!"

"Evade and unleash Air Cutters, keep her low in the ground," Stephanie ordered swiftly.

Vivillon, skimming close to the ground, flicked her wings and sent forth a cacophonous sound that rolled out in a swirling wave towards Shiftry. With agile precision, Shiftry sidestepped and retaliated with a razor-sharp gust aimed at Vivillon.

"Dodge, Viv! Never mind going up—just keep darting toward him, evading as many as you can," Elduran urged.

Vivillon did exactly that. After eluding the first four Air Cutters, the fifth caught her; she let out a shriek, as it was particularly damaging to her as a bug. Nevertheless, she persevered, flying onward toward Shiftry.

"I have no clue what you're scheming, but getting too close to Shiftry isn't the smartest move," Stephanie warned Elduran, then turned her gaze to Shiftry. "When she gets within range, unleash Leaf Blade, and if she tries to dodge, follow up with Razor Leaf," she instructed.

"Viv, keep a steady course straight toward him... now, release Psybeam," Elduran commanded.

Vivillon unleashed a Psybeam at point-blank range, yet Shiftry's leaf-covered branches, now razor-sharp blades, were unfazed, the beam striking directly but leaving him unscathed. Being a Dark Pokémon, Shiftry was immune to psychic attacks. Anticipating this, Vivillon followed the Psybeam with a Gust, the two attacks closely trailing one another. Though the Gust was not fully charged, merely a weak miniature tornado, it still hit Shiftry. Unperturbed, Shiftry retaliated with full force, slashing at Vivillon. Amidst the onslaught, Vivillon released String Shot at a frenzied pace. Though blood flowed from Vivillon’s wounds, it relentlessly continued shooting the sticky strands, ensnaring Shiftry in layers of string.

"Simply have them all cut down with Leaf Blade," Stephanie commanded.

"As he's busy with that task, Viv, how about you attack with Struggle Bug?" Elduran suggested.

As Shiftry summoned another blade and began slicing through the strands entwining his legs, Vivillon unleashed a barrage of bug-like energy emanating from her form. Shiftry cried out in agony; bug-type moves were not merely effective against him but devastatingly so, as both his Dark and Grass affinities were vulnerable to bug attacks. Despite the pain, he managed to sever the strings, and as his hand swung upward, it connected with Vivillon. The blow was sufficient to halt her Struggle Bug.

"End it, Hurricane," Stephanie urged.

"Fuck! Viv, you need to give it everything you’ve got—you’re too close to him to dodge. You’ve done well, just try to unleash a supersonic before you pass out," Elduran said.

The hurricane was already conjured, its control was beyond impressive. Shiftry spun with immense speed to create it, the wind swirling around as it embedded the Razor Leaf attack, scattering razor-sharp leaves within the tempest. Vivillon was ensnared, yet managed to release a Bug Buzz from her wings but soon ceased it to unleash a supersonic wave at Shiftry, who was still whirling tirelessly at the hurricane's core, maintaining its ferocity. Afterward, Vivillon succumbed to unconsciousness, yet the hurricane continued to hold her captive, twirling her through the air. This time, the Bug Buzz found its mark on Shiftry, causing him to halt his relentless spinning. The hurricane dwindled, plainly showing how Shiftry was on the brink of collapse. The ensuing supersonic hit him squarely in the chest, leaving him confused.

"I just don't get it—why not aim for a longer Bug Buzz to force the double KO? Using Supersonic isn't a guaranteed victory for Blue, assuming he's wise enough to avoid using Forge with a Crawdaunt in pursuit," Aisha remarked.

"I have no idea; this battle is beyond me," Tia remarked with a sigh.

Elduran recalled Vivillon and released Heracross beside Shiftry. Stephanie clutched her Pokéball, ready to recall Shiftry, but she hesitated.

"I need one last effort from you, Shiftry. Shake it off and execute an Air Cutter," Stephanie urged.

"Brace yourself and slam him with Arm Thrust," Elduran commanded.

"Did he really just command him to brace the hit? Against a flying-type move? Blue is both Bug and Fighting type, both of which are weak against flying moves. What the fuck?" Aisha questioned.

Shiftry indeed powered through the confusion, unleashing two swift air slashes that would have sent lesser bug-type Pokémon sprawling. Yet, Heracross, undeterred, absorbed the blows and retaliated with an onslaught of rapid punches, each hit landing with precision until Shiftry collapsed, unable to continue the fight.

"Swords Dance!" Elduran commanded with an air of calm.

Stephanie swiftly recalled Shiftry, determined not to allow Heracross too much free time for another Swords Dance.

As Stephanie sent Crawdaunt into the arena, Heracross was nearly finished with his Swords Dance, his eyes aglow with determination and his entire form shimmered with a gentle luminescence.

"That's his plan, which is why he didn't want Shiftry to faint against Viv. He needed Blue to finish him," Aisha remarked.

"I'm confused, what are you talking about?" Tia queried.

"Blue possesses the unique ability known as Moxie. With every victory over an opponent's Pokémon, his attack power is significantly amplified. Recently, Blue further enhanced this power using Swords Dance. Elduran's strategy seems to be relying on the philosophy of 'take a hit, but deliver a stronger one in return,'" Aisha remarked with a laugh.

"Elduran, I doubt that Crawdaunt has any moves capable of striking you with great effectiveness. If you believe you can endure another attack, go ahead and use Swords Dance. Otherwise, you know the course of action," Elduran advised.

"Maintain your distance, Crawdaunt, and unleash Swift," commanded Stephanie.

Heracross resolved to execute another Swords Dance, displaying a formidable and intimidating maneuver even as he was bombarded by a barrage of flying stars. By now, Heracross bore too many slashes, and every step he took left a trail of blood on the ground. Yet, his expression remained one of fierce determination.

"Bubble Beam, Crawdaunt," commanded Stephanie.

"Use Aerial Ace to dodge and get closer!" Elduran instructed.

As Crawdaunt unleashed a torrent of bubbles racing toward Heracross, he vaulted into the air, unfurled his wings, and swooped down, aiming straight for Crawdaunt.

"Pin Missile," Elduran commanded.

The pins that Heracross launched were no longer mere pin-sized—these projectiles resembled arrows.

"Protect!" ordered Stephanie.

Crawdaunt's protective barrier materialized just in time, intercepting the incoming pins as Heracross closed in, now nearly face-to-face with Crawdaunt.

"Crabhammer," called Stephanie.

"Enough hesitation! Go full force—Brick Break through its pincer!" Elduran shouted.

Crawdaunt raised his pincer, charging it for half a second, its size swelling to double before he lunged it towards Heracross, aiming to pummel him into the ground. In response, Heracross formed a karate chop; his hands shimmered a fierce red as he prepared to meet Crawdaunt’s assault. When pincer met palm, Heracross’s strength proved overwhelming—his palm shattered the pincer upon impact and continued forward, striking Crawdaunt squarely. The moment was brutal; Crawdaunt collapsed instantly, a deep crack spreading along the length of his exoskeleton, grotesquely evident. Stephane wasted no time, recalling Crawdaunt at once, handing the Pokéball to one of her assistants to rush him swiftly to the Pokémon Center. Elduran had emerged victorious, yet the crowd remained hushed, the announcer calling out the win amidst an eerie silence—a Pokémon lay injured, teetering on the edge of life.

Elduran's smile had already vanished. With measured steps, he advanced toward the middle of the freshly constructed bridge connecting Stephanie's platform to his, maintaining his head high. They converged at the midpoint, as was the custom.

"I must apologize. I am quite new to all this, and to be honest, I'm uncertain if I'll ever gain the confidence required to face formidable opponents under tournament rules. The precision needed—to merely render your opponent's Pokémon unconscious without causing harm—is daunting," Elduran confessed.

"The essence of your strategy—or perhaps the absence thereof—stands as plain as daylight. Indeed, Moxie was your tactic today, and it was clever indeed. Yet, remember, in channeling strength through a Pokémon influenced by Moxie, you tread dangerously close to grievously harming another. I share the blame, for I too could have withdrawn Crawdaunt and conceded the match. My own selfishness played a part. Clearly, we both gleaned a valuable lesson on this day. As your Pokémon grow in power, they gain wisdom to assess how much another can endure. Mastering the art of attack to ensure that fainting is the furthest extent of harm requires no herculean effort. The Pokémon instinctively grasp this. The more they engage in battle, the more they perceive it as a sport that delights both their spirits and ours," Stephanie remarked.

"Solid advice, truly," Elduran remarked.

"Exactly. So here is the midnight badge. Since it’s your first victory in this gym, you're set to receive ten thousand crimson cetis into your account. Don’t worry—Crawdaunt will recover," Stephanie replied.

"Of course he will. He's resilient—tough nut to crack...oh wait," Elduran said with a sly grin.

"Seriously, do you lack all sense of empathy?" Stephanie retorted.

"Oof, poor timing for a joke, huh?" Elduran acknowledged.

"Very poor. Extremely so," Stephanie huffed as she turned on her heel.

In that moment, Tia completely grasped what Jabari and Anaya had mentioned about him. Indeed, he was without a single doubt, a freaking alien.